The rain comes like a friend
tapping on the window
but I don’t let her in.
She patters, batters,
wants to speak to me,
wants a gossip.
I turn over,
go to sleep.
The rain comes again
in the night
insistent, sharp and hard,
relentless.
So I shut the window tight.
I don’t want to hear her news
not tonight.
The rain goes away.
I lie awake
wondering what it was
she wanted
so much
to say.
Beautiful, Ann. I do hope you consider a children's book. This would charm them as well as us grown-ups. I find poems suitable for children are still my 'mostest' favourites of all. Your touch is unerring.
Hi Ann Thanks for the comment on 'Bookshop'. I'm glad you liked the bit with the Observer's books. I was quite please twith that myself! I also like your rain poem for its lyricism and elegant simplicity.
interesting certainly that you described the rain as a she, ann but it's a simple, thoughtful poem... nice one xx
Wow, I really enjoyed this, Ann, good poem. xx
(Thanks for comment on my profile, will have to post something tomorrow when I'm awake!)
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Mon 8th Nov 2010 21:25
loveitloveitloveit !
the title hints at something lesser, but for me, this is one of your very best. Lovely. xx
Nice poem! But... I would like to know: How do you distinguish "he" or "she"? I would better say that rain is "he". Do you know why? Because according to the Russian language the word "rain" ends with a consonant.
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Elaine Booth
Mon 15th Nov 2010 20:01
Perfectly lovely poem. I also could see this as a piece for children although I enjoyed it too.